It hasn’t been an hour since I arrived at Sibu and I hate it already. I’m sorry to say it, but I hate Sibu. I hate everything about it.
Sibu is just so…Chinese. I can’t read or write Chinese so the Chinese signs irks me. I’m starting to loathe this place and the people.
I don’t know why or how I got this way. Perhaps I’m in my depressive mood and the sheer Sibu-ness of Sibu just gets to me. I don’t think I can stay here and work.
It hasn’t been an hour and I already abhor the idea of staying here.
I don’t know if Sibu has changed (probably not) or it’s me who’s changed but I can’t stand it anymore.
I didn’t know it was possible to change someone in a month, Steph.
I hate it when Sibu people don’t wait until people get out of an elevator before pushing in.
I used to do that too coz I’m from Sibu and I’m supposed to be rude and uncouth (or did I pick up the elevator trick from KL?).
Did my Sibu-ness drive you away? I’ll never know coz you’re not answering my calls.
I hate Sibu.
The pure, unadulterated Chinese-ness of this place is depressing and it’s driving me insane.
…or maybe I just hate MYSELF.
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